Some people in the barrage think that being a mistress is easy, as long as you are beautiful, have a good figure, and lie on the bed with your legs spread out.
But in a feudal society like Azeroth, being a mistress for a noble was not that simple.
Under the protection of the laws of various countries, the system of monogamy has never changed since ancient times. The wife Ming Media is marrying has a high status in the family, and the children she gives birth to will naturally have the right to inherit the family property.
But as the saying goes, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below.
The law does stipulate that no one, including the king, is allowed to remarry, but outside the legal protection of marriage, there are still countless bees and butterflies who can't help but secretly have sex, regardless of gender.
The corruption and chaos in the aristocratic circle of Quel'Thalas is not an exception. The aristocratic circles of the seven human kingdoms are actually not much better.
However, because the living standard is not as high as that of Quel'Thalas, which is extremely wealthy, other countries are relatively low-key due to limited conditions.
For nobles with real power like Blackmore, who had independent territories and feudal territories, some commoner women who wanted to cling to the powerful offered themselves seats.
Theresa was just one of the more favored mistresses of Blackmore. Due to the struggle for power in the "harem", she would naturally be ostracized by other women.
Taressa has no interest in these gossipy things, and has no intention of competing for Blackmore's favor. She has always acted very Buddhist.
Under the temptation of those charming bitches with all kinds of tricks, Blackmore, who had passed his freshness period, gradually forgot about Taresha as a person and allowed her to live alone in a corner of the castle.
Taressa had no objection to this, but was happy to be free. Blackmore did not send anyone to summon her, so she would have more time and opportunity to sneak out to see Thrall.
After being squeezed out by other mistresses, Taresha's residence was moved to an unnoticed corner on the second floor of the castle, which made it convenient for Sarlayan to sneak in.
Since she often meets Thrall secretly, Taressa's body will inevitably be stained with Thrall's breath.
In cheetah form, Sarlayan had a very keen sense of smell. After turning on his hunting instinct, he quickly found Taresha's location. He quietly dodged the drowsy guards and arrived outside Taresa's room. .
It's ironic to say that the outer city wall of Durnholde Castle is very heavily defended. The city wall is filled with capable mercenaries, always monitoring what's going on outside the city.
But after entering Blackmoor Castle, the defense relaxed.
Because the guards here are all Blackmore's private soldiers, they have been pampered and enjoying the life of aristocratic henchmen with Blackmore.
In addition to the quality of equipment, these soldiers cannot be compared with mercenaries who have been licking blood for a long time in all aspects of quality.
Through the crack at the lower edge of the wooden door, Sarlayan could vaguely see the flickering candlelight in the room.
After all, she is still a Blackmore woman. Although she has been ostracized by her "colleagues", Taresha's quality of life has not been compromised.
Ordinary civilians are reluctant to light candles at night. Most of them prepare to go to bed as soon as night falls, and get up early to work before dawn the next day.
After lingering around Thrall for a while, it was already past 11 o'clock at midnight when Sarlayan came to Talesa's door.
Due to the lack of rich entertainment activities like the other world where the barrage is located, people in this era usually go to bed very early. Sarlayan is a little curious about what Talesa is doing in the room so late.
The black panther's sharp orange eyes scanned the surroundings to make sure no one came to this corner before releasing stealth and returning to human form.
"Shua~"
The door in front of him meant nothing to Sarlayan. He passed through the door with a simple flash spell and teleported to Taresha's room without destroying the door.
The layout of Taresha's house is very simple. Except for a large bookshelf filled with various books, there is no extra furniture. There is only a bed, a desk and two chairs, not even a dressing table.
At this time, Theresa was facing away from the door, reading by the light of the candle on the table.
As the daughter of a servant of the Blackmore family, Taresha did not receive any education when she was a child and knew very few words.
Rather than reading, she was struggling to identify the names of the books.
[I see, are you looking for a suitable book for Thrall? 】
[No wonder Thrall, who was just a gladiator, is so knowledgeable. It turns out that Taresha is providing him with knowledge reserves. 】
[Please give me such a capable sister. 】
[This ability you are talking about...is it serious? 】
The ridicule floating on the barrage made Sarlayan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
It had to be said that he was also somewhat moved by the kind-hearted human girl's meticulous care for Thrall, who was not related by blood.
"Cough~"
Sarlayan coughed slightly to remind Taresa that a visitor was coming.
"meaning!"
Taresa never expected that a second person would appear in the door she had closed tightly. She was frightened by the sudden voice behind her and trembled all over.
Turning around tremblingly, Talesa, who had just been shrouded in light, could not clearly see the appearance of Sarlayan, who was still standing in the shadows. She could only see a tall figure.
"You...who are you? What do you want to do?"
The corrupt life of aristocrats is not just talk.
Most of Blackmore's mistresses had families of their own, and even their husbands knew that their wives were having an affair with the lord.
But because of the iron-clad class gap in feudal society, those men could only turn a blind eye to this kind of thing. Some of them were even happy to see it happen, and used this relationship to try to get closer to the lord. .
Talesa was different from those coquettish bitches who could do anything for everyone. Most of her thoughts were on Thrall, who was like her own brother, and she didn't have so much to play around with.
Blackmore was her first man, and so far her only one.
Living in a noble circle, Talesa would inevitably receive some dirty information even if she didn't want to.
In the middle of the night, a man sneaked into her home, and Talesa couldn't help but think about it.
She subconsciously pulled the skirt of her clothes closer to her chest, and threatened Sarlayan in a trembling and non-lethal tone: "You... don't mess around. I am the woman of Lord Blackmore. If he knows If you dare to take action against me, he...he will definitely..."
"Ha~"
Sarlayan was amused by the little white rabbit's non-threatening glare.
In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Sarlayan took the initiative to step out of the shadows and into the range of candlelight.
"Don't be nervous, Miss Folkston, I am Sal's... friend, and I have no ill intentions towards you."
When talking about his relationship with Thrall, Sarlayan paused for a moment, and finally chose the more versatile word "friend".
"Sal?"
Upon hearing Thrall's name, Talesa, who put on a pitiful self-defense posture, immediately changed her attitude and obviously lowered her guard.
Sarlayan complained a little helplessly about this: 'You are too easy to deceive...'
Fortunately, Sarlayan does not have any ill intentions towards this innocent little white rabbit... One thing is for sure, her pure and unpretentious temperament can easily arouse people's desire for protection... or perverted desire for destruction.
In addition, Taresha's figure is very healthy and her appearance is rated 85 points among humans. No wonder Blackmore would take her by force.
However, for Sarlayan, who is used to seeing 95-point beauties, Taresha's appeal is just that, and he will not be easily "charmed" by her.
"Please remain silent and allow me to keep my story short."
After all, this is the core area under Blackmore's jurisdiction, and it is not suitable for Sarlayan to stay in the castle for too long.
He told Taretha as briefly as possible about Thrall's plan to take the Folkstons and escape from Durnholde.
"Is that so..." Taresha's expression was a little complicated: "Sure enough, Sal decided to leave here and explore his true life experience."
Sarlayan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Miss Foxton, from what you said...it seems like you don't plan to leave with Sal?"
Taresha smiled and nodded: "I am different from Thrall who is eager to pursue his life experience. This is my home."
"My parents have long been accustomed to serving the lord. They feel very honored that the lord is willing to accept me. I don't think they will leave with Thrall, even..."
Talesa sighed softly: "Once my parents are informed of Thrall's plan, they will report it to the lord as soon as possible."
"this……"
Sarlayan rubbed his brows with a headache: 'Slavishness is too strong. '
This was the norm for domestic servants in this era. Compared with the hungry commoners, the slaves of the nobles could at least have enough to eat.
People who have experienced hard times will cherish everything they have now, and will even give up their daughters to please the lord, just to keep their family's hard-won good life.
"Unfortunately."
Sarlayan mercilessly shattered the Folkstons' illusions.
"Whether you are willing to leave Durnholde Castle or not, Blackmore's death is inevitable."
"If you don't want to be involved in the post-war liquidation of the Kingdom of Alterac...Miss Foxton, you'd better persuade the two elders to think carefully before making a decision."
